Gianni-Pasquale, 46 years old, sexually ambiguous, mama’s boy, perhaps moody, definitely complicated. Desperately in love and a lover of being desperate. Unfiltered, he, without limits of generosity, inflicts an infusion of his torment onto his lover.

We are all a bit Gianni-Pasquale. Losers and in love. Love makes you blind, stupid, innocent… and it is this relationship with love that Pablo Girolami explores through this character. An impossible love story, sometimes romantic – in the Gianni-Pasquale way – sometimes violent and incomprehensible.

“Dear Maruzza,
I am writing you this letter because I truly appreciate you. 

The first time I saw you, my heart unceremoniously whispered “it’s her.” The way you tickle my mustache, the way you stare at me. You make me vibrate. I would like, if you would allow me, to give you my flower.”

Gianni-Pasquale, a love letter to an inflatable doll.